Fateh woke up early the next morning. For a second, he wondered where he was and what he was doing on the floor. Then a warm feeling of shame crept over him as he remembered the events of last night and how his wife Narges had cuckolded him with me. Fateh got up, walked over to the partition and peeked in. (Read part 1 of story – Indian businessman enjoys Indian maid while husband watches ).
It was merely 6 in the morning, and both Narges and I were fast asleep. I had been tired out after a night of repeatedly fucking Fateh’s gorgeous and buxom wife, while Narges was spent after being continuously pounded on all of her holes. Her hair was plastered to her face and there were a few mottled red patches around her neck, throat and breasts. Narges was asleep on her belly, her naked butt exposed for all to see. Fateh stared at the big wide seam of her buttocks hanging over the edge of the bed in the early morning light. Her clothes were all crumpled and lay on the floor to one side of the bed. Even hours after her final fuck, Narges’s naked body was sweating and glowing. Her relaxed breathing made her plump derriere rise and fall. Fateh’s loins stirred, and he took out his cock and started to rub the tip of it.
He remembered how he hid and watched my forceful pounding of his wife, of Narges’s fleshy buttocks quivering and wobbling as she was being continually mounted. The sounds of the rhythmic creaking of the bed frame as she was repeatedly penetrated rang in his ears, as did the humiliation of his wife’s unfaithfulness and arousal for other man. What excited Fateh more was that he himself had allowed her, by not stopping her. Both Narges and I, her lover, knew he, her husband, was in the next room, and we didn’t care. As Fateh remembered the increasing squeaking of the bedsprings he began to stroke his rigid tool furiously, until he came in his lungi.
Ashamed at his inadequacy, Fateh cleaned the area and began to attend to his tasks. Mindful of Narges’s orders, Fateh freshened up, went to the henhouse to collect the eggs, and then chopped up the vegetables and other materials that would be used later by his wife to make me breakfast. He made himself a simple meal of milk and bread, and was off to the market.
I woke up late – it was almost 10 in the morning. Bright white sunlight streamed into the window. I turned over and hugged Narges, who began to stir awake as well. I took in her curvaceous figure, squeezed her big tits and gave her round arse a big smack, making it jiggle. Narges giggled.
“Sarun, we have one whole day. There will be time for my butts later.” Saying this, she got up and went to freshen up in the washroom. I also stood up. My cock throbbed; I needed to pee and Narges was in the bathroom. I stormed out of the house, down the back alleyway and to the latrine. The door was slightly ajar, and I pushed it open and entered.
Narges was naked, squatting on the toilet, peeing. She looked up in surprise, but when she saw it was me, she relaxed and continued to urinate. I waited until she was done. Narges got up and started to dress. I unzipped my shorts. Narges watched as my hot salty piss gushed out, meeting her own urine at the bottom of the commode, two becoming one.